What we're reading Wednesday: 'Spoiled' by the Fug Girls

At BookPage, we're huge fans of the Fug Girls—Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan, the L.A.-based bloggers behind the hysterical celebrity fashion blog, gofugyourself.com. The Fug Girls are not only brilliant satirists of all things celebrity, but they are big readers, too. And this summer, they are trying on yet another hat—YA authors. Their first novel, Spoiled, hits shelves in June and we were thrilled to get a sneak peek. Written with the same wit, snark and fashion knowledge the Fug Girls are known for, Spoiled is a delicious romp through the world of sudden celebrity.

In Spoiled, we meet 16-year-old Molly Dix, a normal teenage girl living in suburban Indiana. Her life changes—literally overnight—when her single mother passes away and she discovers that her biological father is none other than world-famous movie star Brick Berlin. Molly moves to California to connect with her famous father and discovers that she has a half-sister, Brooke, who is the epitome of the spoiled, privileged Hollywood royalty the Fug Girls love to poke fun at. Take a peek at the scene when the girls first meet each other—and see if you can keep a straight face:

“You must be my new sister!”

A tall blonde with bouncing curls glided into the dining room, bringing with her the shortest skirt, longest legs, and tallest stilettos Molly had ever seen. It was Brooke Berlin in the flesh, showing off rather a lot of it.

“I’m so happy to meet you!” Brooke squealed, hugging her before Molly even had a chance to get out of her seat. “Welcome to our wonderful home!”

Brooke had her clasped so tight, she was practically lifting Molly out of her chair. Molly, taken aback, breathed in sharply and almost inhaled a chunk of Brooke’s hair.

Brooke dropped Molly and sailed over to her seat, shaking out her napkin with a wide smile that her suspiciously fawning Wikipedia page called “a beacon of hope for our future.” Molly tried not to stare, but it was difficult: Brooke may not have been truly beautiful, but she was so well groomed that you’d never notice. The dress was designer, the eyelashes were false, the hair was either abundantly natural or expensively synthetic, and the purse she’d brought to the table was a Chloé bag Molly knew wasn’t on sale yet to the great unwashed masses. Molly glanced at her own comfy hoodie and kicked herself for treating this like just another movie night.